I woke up in the hospital, I didn't know how long I had been out or anything, but I woke up to the feeling of a warm, tight yet gentle hold on my hand. When I looked over I saw Master, his face etched with worry lines and bags under his eyes. "M....Master?" I questioned shakily. He looked up at the sound of my voice and I could see He had been crying. "M...Master? What's wrong?" I asked in concern as I tried to sit up.
I winced in pain as the attempt pulled on the stitches in my wrist. I had remembered then what had happened and immediately wanted to cry. "...F...forgive me Master. I...I am so so sorry." I hung my head in shame and began to cry. "I failed you." He pulled his hand away and stood, I could see it in His face, the mix of joy and anger, sorrow and pure rage and I braced myself. He slapped me, hard, and I felt the red handprint raising on my face. "Thank you Master, I deserved that for my failures" He struck me again, the other cheek this time.
"Don't you ever do that to me again you wretched bitch." I hung my head and let the tears fall, my heart breaking all over again.
"I...I'm sorry Master, I just thought I was unwanted...you hardly even looked at me...you sought other forms of pleasure to take care of your carnal needs. I know it isn't a valid excuse, I have brought you so much shame and disgrace for my actions. I don't deserve forgiveness." I didn't look at Him, I could feel my heart sinking as I waited for my verbal punishments, for him to tell me how worthless and useless I was.